Let me walk where the soft-rising wave, Has pictur’d the moon on its breast; Let me walk where the new cover’d grave Allows the pale lover to rest! When shall I in its peaceable womb, Be laid with my sorrows asleep? Should LAVINIA but chance on my tomb— I could die if I thought she would weep. Perhaps, if the souls of the just Revisit these mansions of care, It may be my favourite trust To watch o’er the fate of the fair. Perhaps the soft thought of her breast, With rapture more favour’d to warm; Perhaps, if with sorrow oppress’d, Her sorrow with patience to arm. Then, then, in the tenderest part May I whisper, “Poor COLIN was true,” And mark if a heave of her heart The thought of her COLIN pursue. THE PUPIL. A FRAGMENT. * * * “BUT as to the higher part of education, Mr. Harley, the culture of the mind—let the feelings be awakened, let the heart be brought forth to its object, placed in the light in which nature would have it stand, and its decisions will ever be just. The world Will smile, and smile, and be a villain; and the youth, who does not suspect its deceit, will be content to smile with it. Men will put on the most forbidding aspect in nature, and tell him of the beauty of virtue. “I have not, under these grey hairs, forgotten that I was once a young man, warm in the pursuit of pleasure, but meaning to be honest as well as happy. I had ideas of virtue, of honour, of benevolence, which I had never been at the pains to define; but I felt my bosom heave at the thoughts of them, and I made the most delightful soliloquies. It is impossible, said I, that there can be half so many rogues as are imagined. “I travelled, because it is the fashion for young men of my fortune to travel. I had a travelling tutor, which is the fashion too; but my tutor was a gentleman, which it is not always the fashion for tutors to be. His gentility, indeed, was all he had from his father, whose prodigality had not left him a shilling to support it. “‘I have a favour to ask of you, my dear Mountford,’ said my father, ‘which I will not be refused. You have travelled as became a man; neither France nor Italy have made anything of Mountford, which Mountford, before he left England, would have been ashamed of. My son Edward goes abroad, would you take him under your protection?’ “He blushed; my father’s face was scarlet. He pressed his hand to his bosom, as if he had said, my heart does not mean to offend you. Mountford sighed twice. “‘I am a proud fool,’ said he, ‘and you will pardon it. There! (he sighed again) I can hear of dependance, since it is dependance on my Sedley.’ “‘Dependance!’ answered my father; ‘there can be no such word between us. What is there in £9,000 a year that should make me unworthy of Mountford’s friendship?’ “They embraced; and soon after I set out on my travels, with Mountford for my guardian.